falls (forward) and back

so works loss out in our minds turns over everything and this is here, our very where we are and full of lies, baby angel made of lies and ending up nowhere else at all but tells me something works like that and you can never be sure, never know, really, how it happened or even what happened but working makes it somehow strange better or worse is just a distant finish line for something else and you can call it anything at all,
but you'd be wrong.

and makes it mean nothing at all makes it clear we can tell ourselves whatever we need, life like a dream, we're floating by we're floating by jesus, where's the focus that so plaugues me most days, feel a tiny mist craving a it turns me inside out
and you're why

but what's happening is the thing i need to know, i can write you out in any old way or any good new fresh way with perspective you're only a magic trick done with my eyes and heart, in context you're nothing at all at all and that's just how it happens, you can say that how emotions break down, they fail you when you need them, i'm just watching days pass.

i'm just watching clouds roll by and you, you were here a second ago and that's all that's all now gone and i'm just waiting here on surface answers or close-quartered explanations for the rhyme and meter of the sky and you have none, you have none of the answers

so passing time is like a wind i watch go and i'm not up and not down just here and nothing more here and i
can
observe like a calm physics god and you'll be somewhere inthe storm but i can't bring myself to feel one way or the other about it, just watches, you know, watches it all unfold...

2003-12-08 | 7:29 p.m.
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